Dust to dust (Friday Fictioneers)

I didn’t answer. It was obvious, wasn’t it? A room full of writers. Coffee was mandatory. That and the wine / whisky but it was rather early. I walked the room again, ensuring everything was in its place and perfectly aligned.

A sad day. The passing of a legend. But I was determined to find some joy in the proceedings. He would have wanted it this way. “You should have told him.”